The following day, Oscar walked in to see his nine year old son eagerly watching gay porn, stroking his big huge dick in front of the TV.
"Dad, this is awesome! Come look what they're doing!"
He was watching a video where one man was deep throating another man's giant cock.
"Yes, son. It's called oral sex. Or sucking dick."
"Can you do that to me? Right now? Please! I want to know what it's like!"
"Yes, yes Sir." Oscar couldn't help but call his son Sir. His son was SO big down there. Oscar was losing any self-respect and blindly falling into the habit of just fulfilling his son's sexual requests. As he put his lips over Davi'd engorged meatstick, his son almost cried out in joy.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Oh Dad! It feels so good!"
Oscar sucked and sucked and took maybe half his son's cock down his throat. David began to push his ten inch dick further into Oscar's throat. He choked and sputtered and gasped for air through his nose. He began to cry real tears that flowed down his face. He hadn't sucked a dick quite this big in ten years. He had only found a handful of men this large to suck off in his life. He had sucked many, many dicks, though and really knew how to please a man's cock. As David moaned in absolutey ecstasy, they developed a rhythm. David began pumping his big cock more and more down his father's willing throat. Oscar was weeping and David smiled as he looked down and saw how...pathetic his father looked. He looked so cool on his knees, he thought. On his knees sucking my dick. Yeah. That seemed...right somehow.
He blew his load and watched his father's eyes roll back in his head as he tried to take all of it. David roared in sexual conquest as he grabbed his father's head and held it tightly onto the shaft of his giant dick. HIs father cried and cried in muffled whimpers and then he had to force his son's dick out of his mouth so he could take huge gasping breaths of air. He was still crying. His son had forcefully fucked his face so badly that he was now a true bitch. He looked and sounded just like a bitch. His son just wore a satisfied smirk on his face.
"That was great, Dad! That felt real good! Why didn't you ever tell me having a dick feels this great?"
"It's usually a talk fathers have with their sons later in life, son." He cleared his throat. "Besides, were you...satisfied with that?"
"Yeah! It felt so fucking good!" Just the other day, David had been an innocent nine year old boy and now that testosterone was shooting through his body, Oscar wasn't sure what was going to happen. He explained to his son that everything had to remain secret. If it did, he could keep giving his son sexual pleasure.
He bought his son pants that were slightly too big in the waist by a couple of inches and brought them home for his son to try on.
"I wish I could show everyone my dick, Dad!" David said, posing in front of the mirror. "I'm bigger than everyone down there now!"
"Yes, but you can't. So I'll try and make you happy any way I can, Sir."
David giggled. "I like you calling me Sir. It's like I'm the principal or something and you're a student!"
Oscar gulped at the repercussions of his son beginning to understand his father's submissive nature. He had tried to help himself but he just couldn't. He made himself busy making his son meals to feed his growing appetitte.
That night, David was restless and came into his father's room at 11 PM at night. Oscar was just reading a book when his son dropped his pants and crawled into bed with his dad.
"I can't sleep, Dad. It won't go down. Can I fuck you before I go to bed? Pleeeease?"
"Um...sure, son." Oscar said, slowly taking off his clothes while his son lubed up his ten inch fuckstick. They repeated the same episode as the night before. David kissed his father afterwards and they made out like a normal couple would after a night of lovemaking. Father and son fell fast asleep in each other's arms.
***
The next week passed without anything unusual taking place at school or work. It was a very typical week, except that Oscar was at the mercy of his son's sexual appetites. One evening, David took his pants off and showed off his big dick, only now he had a strange look on his face. Gone was the face of cherbic innocence. Now he had a sly smile on his face. He had been smirking more in general, really satisfied with this early entrance into manhood and sexual conquest.
"Hey, Dad. Get over here. I've got something for you."
"Yes, Sir." His dad dutifully started sucking his son's dick. His son fucked his mouth the same as before, only it was a little more...forceful and his son was becoming very good at power thrusting and holding his dad's head so he could fuck Oscar's throat properly.
The next weekend, David kept rubbing his face and scratching it.
"Dad! Dad!! DAD!!!"
"What? What is it!" Oscar came running into the bathroom to see what the matter was.
"Dad, look! I have tiny hairs on my face!"
"That's impossible, you're nine." Oscar bent down and examined his son's cheeks.
Sure enough, there was peach fuzz.
"This is great! I'm gonna grow a beard!"
"It'll be a while before you grow a beard, son. But...I guess I better teach you to shave. Usually little boys don't get peach fuzz, that's what soft stubble is called, until the age of 15 or even sometimes 17."
"Cool!!"
Oscar went through the motions of slowly explaining how to shave to his son, who was wearing an expression of indescribable glee on his face. He shaved his son's face very carefully with a new razor and explained that the more you shaved, the more it would grow in and the harder the stubble would become. But there was also no avoiding it. They would have to be very careful not to let anyone know that David was able to shave, which meant very close shaves to keep up his little boy appearance.
He stared at their images. Oscar was tall enough at 6 feet tall. But he was a bit gangly. He had boyish looks and though he himself did have stubble, he had longish light brown hair that he refused to cut short. It gave him a "Peter Pan ish Lost Boy" sort of look. In reality he grew his hair long to detract from his bony frame. His body had always been bony and thin. His arms and legs had been prematurely taller than other students for a few years when he was in junior high but his weight and bulk never caught up. He was only 135 pounds dripping wet. He had been called beanpole and scarecrow throughout school because of this and the taunts got especially bad when he was in high school. He often wore baggy grunge clothing, oversized plaid shirts and jeans to cover up the fact that he hated his thin body, and he'd been told by various Sirs that he had faggy looking lips that were perfect for dicksucking.
After another week went by, something seemed off about David to Oscar.
"Are you...taller?" he asked his son.
"I am? Really?" David stood up against the kitchen door waiting to be measured.
"You're a full inch taller than you were before! You're 4'1" now!"
"Awesome! Is it because of my dick, Dad? Because I have a grown up dick now?"
"Possibly." Oscar gulped. He didn't know where this was headed, but he had been getting into a routine of servicing his son's needs every night and weekday. He was getting quite used to serving David and thinking of him secretly as the man of the house, even though he totally repressed sharing this.
As the weeks grew, so did David. One inch per week on average for a solid month. He was now the tallest kid in 4th grade at a height of 4'5". He had been on the short side before but he was quickly growing noticeably taller than his classmates. He was one of the two tallest boys, the other being Sammy, who he hated. David was proud of the fact that he was as tall as Sammy and looked forward to getting even taller and bigger...
Which he did. As the weeks progressed, David became the tallest boy in his class. He reached a height of 4'9" by the two month mark. He had grown nine inches in two months!!! That had to be some kind of record, Oscar thought. He kept buying his son new pants, but it was increasingly difficult for David to keep himself from getting erections at school. He often got them while he played football with other boys because deep down inside he wanted to fuck their brains out, but he especially got excited when he saw their dads at baseball games. His hormones went into overdrive. His baseball pants were loose enough so that his bulge wasn't highly noticeable but every now and then you could make it out that David had a huge bulge when he sat down at the right angle on the bench.
David's birthday came and he turned ten. As he blew out the candles of his cake, he wished to be even taller and bigger...he wanted to be taller and bigger than everyone but especially his dad! He wanted to be huge so his Dad could look UP to HIM!
His teachers and other students all commented on how lucky David was to have such a "growth spurt".
Another month passed and David threw another few inches. He was now a full five feet tall! He was catching up quickly with his dad, who was 6'0" tall.
Summer came and Oscar was relieved. It took pressure off to get the attention they were beginning to receive. The principal, a very nice lady, brought him in right before school was out to tell him that David had been acting much different the past few months and that some students had complained they were being bullied by him. Several students, in fact, had mentioned that David had threatened them if he didn't get his way on the playground, and that he'd been pushing other kids aside instead of waiting his turn and laughed when they politely asked him to wait with everyone else. He was easily as tall as a sixth grader now at a full height of 5' feet!
"I'm sure it must be a misunderstanding."
"No, there's no misunderstanding," the principal warned. "We've caught him several times this week pushing other students around. Generally, it's rare for a student to be ahead of his classmates but your son probably has some genetic advantage. In my career I've seen this before. Boys get just a head taller than their classmates and they let it go to their heads. Premature height is not incredibly uncommon. There are usually 2 or 3 students per school I've worked with unusual height. So it's nothing new for me. But you need to set boundaries with your son and tell him to knock it off."
Oscar gulped. "Yes, ma'am," he said respectfully, and convinced her that he would do just that. But he was also trying to conceal his boner.
School let out and he tried to approach his son about the subject.
"Shut up, Dad."
"I'm...I'm sorry, son?"
"Call me SIR. That's what a GOOD submissive does, isn't it, DAD? Or should I just call you Faggot?"
Oscar felt the blood drain from his face. "Wha-what are you talking about? You shouldn't be saying those things?"
"Shut the fuck up! I can say or do whatever the hell I feel like! I'm a fucking alpha male, Dad. I have a huge cock and other guys have to do what I say. I was reading all about it online. Because of what you said about dominance and stuff. I found all sorts of stuff. So shut up about my 'behavior at school'. I don't give a fuck what you think. If I push someone around, it's because they deserve it. I'm bigger than them. They should respect that."
It was like his son's personality had totally changed, and he was in love with the changes. He was so turned on he could barely speak.
"Getting hard, Dad? Take your pants off. NOW. Don't make me tell you twice." Oscar obeyed his son's orders and got naked. His big dick was at full mast. "Yeah, I thought so." His son touched his father's dick and stroked it a few times. "Looks like you like it when I tell you what to do. Well GUESS WHAT. I should be in charge from now on. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dad?"
"Son...I'm...not supposed to be this way. Dads are supposed to tell their sons what to do."
"Yeah well you're not like other dads. You're a faggot, Dad! That's what you call gay men that like to do what other guys tell them to. Or pussies. I was reading all about it on Tumblr. This guy was telling me pointers on how to deal with a relative of mine. I told him I was 18 hahahaha! Anyway he told me lots of stuff." He stopped stroking his Dad's dick. "I want you to go get me a BEER. I want to know what it tastes like!"
"Oh, I can't! You're only a little boy!"
"I'm not little! I'm BIG. All the other kids my age are way puny compared with me!" He flexed a bicep. When did his son get any kind of muscular definition?? "Yeah, you like that? I'm getting muscles finally! It's awesome! I'm gonna be HUGE by the time summer is over! Now. Go get me a beer, faggot!" David had become so smarmy, commanding and full of more confidence than Oscar had ever possessed in his life. He gulped. He found himself walking idly into the kitchen, as if in a dream, getting out a beer and unscrewing the cap and walking back into the living room. His son was sitting in Oscar's favorite recliner. "You're gonna do everything I want from now!"
"I don't know if you'll like beer, Sir. It's an adult drink." He watched as his son drank the sweet amber liquid. It was a sweet Mexican beer and David loved the taste of it. Frothy and bubbly but heavy and sweet and complex. Not like little kid juice box drinks. This was a man's drink!
"I love it! Ha! I love drinking beer!"
"Just so you know, Sir, at your height and weight it will go to your head pretty soon. You're a lightweight still so you'll get drunker much more quickly. Sir."
Within a few hours, David was just that. He drunkenly yelled at his father.
"Hey, Dad! I'm in charge of this house from now on? You understand. Get on the floor. I wanna fuck you!"
As he obeyed his son's orders, Oscar braced himself for his daily fucking. His asshole was so widely worked by his son that it had reached a new looseness. He could safely say he could accompany almost any dick with no problem now, though the ferocity of his son's fucking still made him scream out in ecstatic agony. It was an amazing gift, he thought. My son is becoming the Man of the House and I'm becoming like the boy...like I'm his son!
"Fuck yeah!" David slid his dick out of his dad's hole. "Kiss my feet now! Kiss the feet of your MASTER!"
"My...master?"
"Yeah. I'm the Dad around here now. You can call me SIR or MASTER or DAD. I don't give a fuck I'm younger than you and that I'm ten years old. You're a FAG."
"Yes, Sir. Okay...Dad." It felt so weird saying it out loud, but so good. Like a relief washed over him. Oscar knelt and looked up at his son's face. "I think that maybe Madame Illusia knew, Sir. She knew what I secretly dreamed about because now it's all happening. I don't think it's a coincidence, Sir. You're becoming the dominant man I have dreamed about serving all my life."
"Yeah, but I don't look like one...at least not yet! But keep doing what I say because I'm about to get a whole lot bigger, Faggot!"
Oscar gulped. What was going to happen to him? His son smiled, almost sadistically. He had BIG plans for his father and he couldn't wait to get started.